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Thursday, February 15, 2007
8:38:00 AM EST
Hearing Kill the Messenger -- John Wesley Harding
Just as an FYI for folks: I'll be on the road tomorrow -- well, the road to the airport, at least, and then the road from the airport in Boston to the hotel I'll be staying at -- so updating may be sporadic. Indeed, depending on the weather I may be trapped in airport hell all day long. I'll have my laptop and cell phone, so if worse comes to worst I may drop you all a note along the lines of "I'm stuck at the airport and will never leave and will never see any of you again tell my wife that I love her..." or some such dramatic thing. But I'll check in when I arrive. Try to get along without me until then.
Written by johnmscalzi Blog about this entry
8:38:00 AM EST
Hearing Kill the Messenger -- John Wesley Harding
Travel Day
Just as an FYI for folks: I'll be on the road tomorrow -- well, the road to the airport, at least, and then the road from the airport in Boston to the hotel I'll be staying at -- so updating may be sporadic. Indeed, depending on the weather I may be trapped in airport hell all day long. I'll have my laptop and cell phone, so if worse comes to worst I may drop you all a note along the lines of "I'm stuck at the airport and will never leave and will never see any of you again tell my wife that I love her..." or some such dramatic thing. But I'll check in when I arrive. Try to get along without me until then.
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This entry has 3 comments: (Add your own)
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I have had the distinct pleasure of getting caught in a Boston snowstorm on a business trip. In that case I wasn't traveling alone so we rented a hotel room, shelpped down to a very deserted Hard Rock Cafe for a pulled pork sandwich - took in a movie, did some shopping and spent most of the following eveing sitting on the very cold concrete slab covered by thin 'carpet' before being able to return home. As the plane was being de-iced, my traveling co-worker chose to comfort me by reminding me about when the plane crashed into the Anacostia River in Wash., DC several years earlier ... but the good news is ... we lived. :)
Boston IS lovely this time of the year. -
Boston is 20 and sunny, so your flight should be fine (at least here). The blizzard iced us up, but there wasn't much snow to move. If you're ending up west of the city, you might slip and slide a bit.
If you ever do a gig south of Boston, let me know... you can have one of my cottages, especially if it's off-season. If God is even 5% funny, he'll give me a Nor'easter to put you there during. That always flips out the landlocked guys... and growing up in California doesn't count in this particular game.
For example...
I have a friend Renee, from Australia's Gold Coast. She was staying wiith us on Duxbury Beach, Massachusetts during the April blizzard a decade ago. We had 3 feet of snow and 15 foot waves hitting the house. The winds were 70 mph, and the storm isolated our community for 8 tides.
Here's her reaction, and keep in mind she was a 17 year old travelling Australian during this storm:
"I wake up, and all this bloody snow is everywhere. How will we eat? You can't possibly operate a vehicle in this... then the bloody tide comes in, and it gets worse. When do they send someone out to save us? I'm far too pretty to die in this Jack London nightmare."
If I had a camera on her, I would have won some kind of Oscar... even if they had to make up a new category to accomodate me. "Best Capture Of Pure Fear," or something.
2/17/07 10:53 AM
belatedly, I hope this trip is running smooth! cool!
natalie